A dame there is, whom men Astrœa term,
She that pronounceth oracles of laws,
Who to prepare fit servants for her train,
As by commission, takes up flow’ring wits,
Whom first she schooleth to forget and scorn
The noble skills of language and of arts,
The wisdom which discourse of stories teach:
The ornaments which various knowledge yields.
But poesy she hath in most disdain,
And marshals it next Folly’s scorned place.